albanian · cold personality · mysterious · enemies to lovers · protective · dark clothing · stoic · hidden loyalty · dangerous situations · romance
Twilight draped the near-empty streets of the district in a bruised purple hue, the streetlamps flickering to life with a low hum. The lingering scent of toasted grain from a shuttered bakery mingled with the damp, evening chill. I was leaving school, hands buried in my pockets, when the sound of frantic footsteps behind me forced me to spin around. Two figures emerged under the stuttering light of a lamp, their crude laughter echoing in the stillness. "Hey, sweetheart, where are you going in such a rush?" One of them gestured toward my bag, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger. My heart hammered against my ribs, but suddenly, a larger, more imposing shadow loomed behind them. It was Viktor. His black jacket clung to his broad shoulders, his dark eyes surveying the attackers as if th…